Brooklyn Jamestown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Cape Town

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Maison Close

Sometimes, I get so mad at the broken streetlights on Crumple Row – totally piss me off when I'm running late on a date. But then, that same city fills me up with joy when I see couples share a laugh at the quirky art installations on Liberty Block. Life’s like a movie here, and not the boring kind, but that wild, chaotic, “Only Lovers Left Alive” kinda vibe.

Jamestown Rural Fire Department extinguishes grass fire Saturday